Page 59 of Married to the Bratva

"That’s my good girl," he growls, his hand moving to grip my hip.

His praise pushes me over the edge, and I arch my back, offering myself to him completely. The bed shifts as he moves, and I feel the heat of his body behind me, his cock pressing against my thigh. The anticipation is unbearable, and I bite my lip, trying to hold back a moan.

"Please, Maxim," I beg again, my voice trembling with need. "I need you in me."

He doesn’t make me wait. With a groan, he lifts my skirt, exposing my bare ass to the cool air.

His hand trails down, brushing against the sensitive skin, and I shiver at the contact. Then, without warning, he sinks two fingers deep inside me, his thumb circling my clit with relentless pressure.

"Fuck, you’re so wet for me," he whispers, his voice thick with arousal. "Tell me how much you want it, Sophie."

"Oh god, yes," I pant, my hips bucking against his hand. "I want it, Maxim. I want you inside me, now."

He chuckles darkly, his fingers withdrawing before thrusting back in, this time with a fierceness that leaves me breathless.

I can feel the coil inside me tightening, the pressure building with each stroke of his hand. My orgasm is close, so close that I can taste it, and I push back against him, desperate for release.

"Come for me, Sophie," he commands, his voice a low growl. "Let go."

And I do. With a cry that rips from my throat, I come hard, my body spasming around his fingers as waves of pleasure crash over me.

For a moment, I’m lost in the sensations, my mind blank except for the feeling of his hand buried inside me, his thumb rubbing circles on my clit.

When my climax finally fades, I collapse against the bed, my chest heaving with the effort of breathing.

He withdraws his hand slowly, letting his fingers trail along my inner thighs before pulling me back against him. His arms wrap around my waist, holding me close as he presses a kiss to the back of my neck.

"Good girl," he murmurs, his voice filled with satisfaction. "Now, let’s finish this properly."

He positions himself behind me, his cock nudging against my entrance. I gasp, my body trembling with anticipation as he aligns himself with my slick folds.

"Are you ready for me?" he asks, his voice laced with desire.

"Yes," I breathe, my hands gripping the headboard tightly. "Please, Maxim. Please."

With a growl, he thrusts into me, filling me completely. I cry out at the sudden fullness, my body adjusting to the intrusion.

He holds still for a moment, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he waits for me to adjust. Then, slowly, he begins to move, pulling out and thrusting back in with deliberate precision.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groans, his voice strained with effort. "So tight and wet for me."

I can’t respond, my mind too focused on the sensations overwhelming me. His thrusts are slow, controlled, but each one hits deep inside me, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my body.

I can feel my orgasm building again, the pressure coiling tighter with each thrust of his hips.

"Maxim," I moan, my voice wavering as the intensity grows. "I’m… I’m gonna?—"

"Do it," he commands, his voice harsh. "Come for me, Sophie. Let me feel you come around me."

His words are the final push I need. With a scream, I come again, my body convulsing around his cock as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me.

He follows immediately, his thrusts becoming erratic as he finds his own release, his hot seed filling me up as he comes inside me.

For a long moment, neither of us moves, our bodies locked together in the aftermath of our mutual climax. Finally, he withdraws with a groan, collapsing beside me on the narrow bed.

"Jesus, Sophie," he mutters, his voice rough with exhaustion. "You’re something else."

I turn to face him, my eyes meeting his with a mixture of triumph and satisfaction. "You’re not so bad yourself."

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